The Best LAID Plans

Kitty's heart was beating wildly in her chest. Why was she suddenly so nervous and twitchy? She was furious with the way he'd treated her, but she didn't want to leave. She wanted to stay and fight it out with him. Somehow the prospect of a heated argument between them was very appealing.

"Fine. So what's the problem?" Kurt crossed the room in two steps and seized her upper arms in a bruising grip. He kissed her on the neck and pulled her tight against him. Kitty was furious with him. How could he try and get nookie at a time like this? Why was he so pissed? And why wasn't she slapping him silly? She wasn't slapping him silly; that was certain. Her traitorous arms were around his neck, holding him close. Her hips were pressed to his and delightful warmth was spreading throughout her lower regions. She could feel his erection against her. Kurt was the perfect height for her.

Kurt started to push Kitty backwards but stepped, instead, on her wet jeans and she tripped. They both went down to the floor in a heap of arms and legs. Kitty kicked her way free of the offending garment and returned her attentions to the man on top of her. He took her hand and pressed it to his groin.

"This is my problem." He growled. "I can't control my hormones for the next few days. And they're probably affecting your judgement." He was shaking from the effort to remain still. Though he'd recently satisfied his body's urges, the feel of a woman beneath him was more than enough to get him ready for round two. "You should go." He squeezed his eyes shut and started to push himself off of Kitty, but found himself wrapped in her arms and legs.

"Forget it, Elf." She said in a husky voice. "I'm not going anywhere. And neither are you." She attacked his neck and jaw, kissing and biting him. He groaned and bent his head to lick her ear, feeling a tremor pass through her.

"Kitty, I don't think you really want this, but I can't refuse you right now. You'll hate me for it later." His hands were already fumbling for the button on his shorts. A part of his mind prayed for a little divine intervention. An earthquake would be nice. Or a monsoon. But that part of his mind was being drown out by the rest of it which was shouting encouragement and giving helpful suggestions and pointers.

"A little less talk and a lot more action, Kurt." She said and slid her hand between his legs again. Kurt nearly jumped out of his skin when she gave him a hard squeeze. His hands made the next few decisions for him. They removed her bra and panties with little fanfare and a lot of ripping. She started to sit up and his mouth stopped on her skin. He backed off but his expression was still very primitive. He was crouched in front of her with his shoulders flexed and his hands on the floor.

"Katzchen." He started, but she held up a hand.

"Do you have any protection?" She asked. He nodded and disappeared in a puff of smoke. She didn’t see him in the cabin anywhere and rolled onto her hip, tucking her feet underneath her. She looked at the fire without seeing it. She was sitting; naked on the floor of Logan's fishing cabin waiting impatiently for her best friend in anticipation of him ravishing her. The thought surprised and startled her.

Kitty heard the *bamf* behind her a second before she felt Kurt's hands on her shoulders. He pushed her forward and she pressed her palms to the wooden floor. He pulled her hips up roughly and she felt his breath on her naked back. He pressed kisses to her skin and his arm wrapped around her waist. His fingers slid down to her belly and lower. He found her warm center and she found herself becoming really aroused. A moan escaped her throat involuntarily and she pushed herself against him. He was stiff and hot against her back.

"I can't wait any more." He whispered against her shoulder and Kitty didn't mind. She was feeling overwhelmed with her own need of him.
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urt's hands became a little rougher as he positioned her limbs the way he wanted. Kitty was glad she couldn't see his face. She didn't want to look him in the eye as he was now. He gripped her hip tightly and thrust into her, surprising her and bringing her a bit of discomfort. He held her still as he moved inside her, increasing his pace. She could hear him whispering in German in between grunts and sighs, but all she could feel was him. He pistoned hard and fast inside her. She couldn't support their combined weight and fell forward.

Kurt didn't stop and she didn’t want him to. His chest was pressed tightly to her back and he wrapped his arms around her torso, holding her close while he pounded fiercely. Kitty felt his sharp fangs when he nipped her shoulder. Her own body was beginning to tense and she let out a gasp as the friction became intense and heat began to spread from between her legs. She didn't get a chance for more when he shuddered and bucked against her. She felt him spasm inside her and knew he'd climaxed inside her. His sweaty forehead was resting against her shoulder blade. Slowly he regained his breath and withdrew. He didn’t see her wince since her back was to him. He struggled to his feet and went into the bathroom, presumably to rid himself of the protection.

*****

Logan and Jean dashed through the woods, running as fast as possible in the forest. Logan was tracking them by scent. He didn't know if it was a very good idea for him to be around Kurt, Kitty, and Jean if pheromones were going to be stronger. With Kurt it would most likely result in a little bit of hostility. But if Jean and Kitty were really turned on and running around the forest with him he'd have a tough time keeping his mind on the mission at hand. It wasn't like he couldn't control himself. Jean was cute and all, but he wasn't a teenager anymore.

"We're not far behind." Logan said, sniffing the air. "Kitty was here recently." He turned and looked back at Jean. The redhead had her eyes closed in concentration.

"I can sense them, but there's a lot of confusing emotion and I can't get a clear reading."

"Are they inside or outside?"

"Inside." Jean's voice had lowered to a whisper and she reached a hand out to steady herself. Her hand fell on his shoulder and she gripped it tightly, with her eyes closed. She looked like she was in some kind of distress. Her forehead was wrinkled in concentration and she looked like she might be in pain. He held her arms to steady her. If she was reading Kitty and the girl was in trouble, he needed to know.

"What is it?" He asked, holding her arms. She turned her back to him and stepped close. Logan was surprised but didn't move. Then she opened a psi-link he was overwhelmed with a vision he didn't want to see. He could see Kitty, naked on the floor of his cabin with Kurt. He could feel their combined lust. It was heavy and raw and it threatened to consume him. Jean obviously didn't realize how strong it would be before she searched, unshielded. Her hand reached back and gripped his thigh. He reached his arm around her waist and pulled her back against him. She rubbed her backside over the tight front of his jeans. He fought for control. He was here with a job to do and he couldn't get distracted.

"Logan." She whispered, tilting her head back onto his shoulder and baring the side of her neck to him. He started to back away but found that his legs wouldn't move. He couldn't let go of her either. It took him a moment to realize that she was using her Telekenesis on him to keep him from leaving.

"Jeannie," he said, "ya gotta let me go, Baby." He said, shaking his head, trying to clear it. "We gotta get to Kitty and the elf."

"Too late, Logan. But they're okay." She whispered, moving her hand up his thigh. "They've both wanted it for a while." She picked up one of his helpless hands with her free one and placed it, unresisting on her breast. "Just like you."


"Katzchen?" Kurt's voice rang out from the bathroom. Kitty winced; she was sooooo BUSTED. "Is there something you forgot to mention to me?" He sounded upset. She decided to play dumb.

"Uh, what do you mean?" She asked, casually; or as casual as one could get while sitting naked on the floor of a fishing cabin after engaging in debauched acts with one's best friend. Her engine was still revving, so to speak and she wanted Kurt to forget whatever he'd noticed and come back into the room. She got half her wish. His head poked out of the bathroom. He looked a little more normal now. Not as wild.

Kurt was pissed. He'd walked on shaky legs into the small bathroom intending to flush the condom, but when he turned on the light he'd noticed something that froze his heart in his chest. Blood. He'd been too damned eager to even notice what was going on with her and had been a little rougher than usual. He looked at Kitty, now rummaging in her pack and coming up with a towel. She wrapped it around herself before standing up and walking stiffly past him into the bathroom.

"Katzchen."

"Not now." She said. And shut the door in his face. He heard the water running in the sink and knew she was washing away all evidence of her deception. It was okay, he thought to himself. She'd have to face him sooner or later, and since he knew he had been too impatient to bring her to a climax, she might not want to leave just yet. He rested his forehead on the door of the bathroom; then he heard the water shut off.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He whispered, silently vowing to get the truth from her. He'd been certain that she'd been intimate with Lance Alvers and she'd never denied any innuendoes that the other students had tossed at her, but she didn’t openly offer any details. I'm so fucking stupid. He thought to himself. I did to her what someone did to me. He thought back to his emergency trip home to Germany three years ago. Many women of varying ages had pursued him and his fear of them had kept his lust at a manageable level. But he hadn't been able to avoid them all.

Kurt's first time had been with a girl, several years older than he was. She'd cornered him in a barn where he'd been hiding. He hadn't been able to resist the pull of his hormones. He had a vague memory of her face; his emotions had been very intense and he'd kept his eyes shut for most of it. Her voice had given him direction and he'd obeyed her. She'd urged him with dirty words and pushy hands and had, essentially, taken him in an empty stall without much regard for him as a person. He knew now she was as helpless a victim of circumstance as he'd been, but it hadn't made him feel much better afterward when she ran away without telling him her name. And she was only the first one to find him.

Now Kurt had done the same thing to Kitty. The truth was that she probably could have been any female; Kitty, Jean, jubilee, even Dr. MacTaggert from Muir Island and he'd have still done it. He hated his body right now, because it was already waking up again and urging him to break down the bathroom door. Kitty emerged with the towel wrapped around her. Her skin was flushed and he knew she was in a pretty bad state.

"Kurt." She said. "I don't want to talk about this here." He nodded, feeling shame in a small part of his soul for agreeing in order to get his hands on her again. "I think I need you…" She started with halting words. "I need you to…do more." She was sweating and shaking. He knew she couldn't walk away now. He stepped forward and led her by the arm over to the cot where he'd slept the previous night.